Recently I got busy being happy. After ten years with the so called schizoaffective disorder, which took me on the ride from a suicide attempt, through medicating myself to extra 50 kg of weight (nearly doubled my size, went from dress size 8-10 to 18-20) to depression and relapses, I decided to chuck it all in a fuck it bucket and start loving myself for a change. I stopped. I made changes, life changing changes and life has changed for better.
This is what I looked like nine months ago, just before I set off for London: I weighed 99 kg, or perhaps I told myself I did, as I peered at the scales dreading the proverbial tripple digit. To be brutally honest – I did cross that one too, more than once, oscilating round the cent…
In 2010 after training for the Prague marathon I went down to 85 kg but alas gained the weight back as I losened up my jogging routine. The knees were giving me a hard time too. So eventually I quit.
In London I met someone who was kind enough to introduce me to information that has helped me make dietary changes that have catalysed the process of lightening up my body and freeing it from years of fat imprisonment.
I am now size 14, weigh 74 kilos which is 12 stone.
And comfortably slimming down further…
Update from Jan 2017…I am those 95 kg again! Dogh!
How did that happen? Slacking in my strict dietary discipline (chia, organic, no sugar, no wheat, minerals) combined with the metabolic syndrome as a result of my ongoing psychiatric medication. Which I am really slowly cutting down gradually.
So I am no longer those amazing 75 kg…and I used to be 55…for those who cannot remember me pre-2006. But…
…I am back to my dietary devotion discipline and dancing daily. For 30 minutes. Trying not to slack with nibbling at parties.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. This is me today:
Another important component to my lightening up has been my Arting.
I shall post my progress :-). Monthly. Or perhaps weekly?